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On the point of a needle,Hamlet's sad ghost livesand is forced to exist.Across Elsinore,Hyena winds tear his clothes,rattling wildly.Better would it b..
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We have all been poisoned by cheapmass cultures that have been degradedinto a hopelessly sickening cesspool,as the prophets of Ninevehwarned us all of..
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Our overrun lives will beruled by an agitated striving.Like a pile of cake,we are creeping closer and closerinto the lives of others,to be part of som..
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The fingers of our haste forehandbend the lead weights of our transgressions.In times of tormented cleverness,the mind is already caught up in the cor..
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Our useless, saleable existence has become a shame.For from shameful, fadedmasses of humanity no noble Enkiduknor pitiful Ophelia were wrought.Awning ..
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I am wandering in my room under my bookshelf.It is this shipwrecked posture thatbest preserves my humanity.This motionless, thirty-somethingsituation ..
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In the faces of men you search for the impossible:the apocryphal necrology of unfulfilled dreams,desires and emotions,the tiny requiems of lives,which..
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